Tuesday, April 3, 2012

... I ended up babbling on my blog when I should be brainstorming an outline for my term paper on the relationship between US House members and their districts-- credit claiming, presentation of self, roll call votes, vague issue stances, descriptive representation, minority majority districts, and bla, bla, bla...

And I'm seriously so over it!

But here's the kicker... I can't be over it because I still want good grades.

Friday, March 30, 2012

I had one of those awkward elevator experiences today--what is it about elevators that lead to a heightened sense of social norms? It's like the Bermuda Triangle for all things uncannily awkward and uncomfortable.

Let's be honest, this is a safe place after all. Those thirty seconds before the elevator doors open you survey the hallway--no one around... the doors slowly slide open and YES, no one inside. It's gonna be a great ride.

Today it was just me and one other dude... He wanted ten and I wanted eight. Thank goodness I was getting off earlier right? WRONG (I yelled that in my best Gene Wilder/Willy Wanka voice). He wanted ten and I wanted eight--- I had to ride with him the WHOLE time I was on the elevator.

And then... just as any serious awkwardness was about to be avoided---WAAAHMMMO.

I get off the elevator and suddenly I say, "Thank you!" In a super chipper voice.

Thank you? Thank you, I say! What the? Why?

I think it was some sort of delayed reaction from when he asked me what floor I wanted... I'm not really sure why or how it came out of my mouth but it did. And those elevator doors slide ever so slowly closed... separating us each with our own piece of awkward.

Thursday, March 29, 2012

But seriously... every now and again we all deserve a little panic-freak-out-oh-my-gosh-what-am-i-supposed-to-be-doing-with-my-life-and-how-could-i-possibly-be-fit-for-this-thing-they-call-adulthood (side note who is they anyways?).

The important part is what you do after the panic-freak-out-oh-my... well, you get the idea. Often times it feels like life delivers the sentence before the verdict and it drives us CRAZY. However... I've had a thought about that. If life delivers the sentence first that means the verdict is still in our control. This is DEEP-- I know. Sentences don't matter one bit.

So--just remember...

Any idiot can face a crisis - it's day to day living that wears you out.

Sunday, February 5, 2012

Life has been such a whirl, I almost forgot you were here... well I'm back. Hopefully I'll have something to contribute that you all will find worthwhile. Stop by, leave a warm fuzzy on my comment box. They make my day.

Fried Green Tomatoes is one of my favorite movies of all time. And at one point in the film Evelyn--one of the main characters--shares this nugget of wisdom.

"Someone helped put a mirror up in front of my face... and I didn't like what I saw one bit.

You know what I did?

I changed."

Pondering over what the sabbath day should be for me, this quote came to mind. Sunday is a dy for reflection and renewal. We have the opportunity each Sunday to partake in the sacrament. We are able to renew our baptismal covenants, reflect on our lives--figuring out what we want to change. We get to REPENT and strive for improvement with a loving Savior's help.

Wednesday, November 16, 2011

Just a few things

Two years from half way to fifty. B.A. in Political Science. The oldest of 5 children. Wanna-be politico. Best Friend. Romantic. Reader of books. Latter-day Saint. Willing to love. Never been to Europe. Want to go to Europe. Kitchen dweller. Nail polish enthusiast. Big sister. Loved. Nerd. Blogger. Orderly in disorganization. Bubble baths. Fiji water addict.